It sometimes feels like I've spent a half century wandering around cathedrals, abbies and churches in a permanent state of befuddled bewilderment. Built to glorify God, in an age which rarely rose above 30 feet in height, and that in wattle, daub and timber, I try to see them as the medieval people saw them, and I am in awe.
And in that 50 years and being struck dumb by the magnificence of these structures, several have remained with me, and sustained me. I remember them as I remember faces and feelings. Wells Cathedral is one, but Sherborne Abbey...always Sherborne.